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By this time, a crowd had already gathered outside, with Pan Qiang having arrived early, pacing back and forth at the door.
Pan Jing's grandfather, Pan Kun, was an old overseas Chinese, and it could be said that it was because of him that the Pan family became a first-class family in Manchester.
Once Pan Kun died, the Pan family would definitely be suppressed by other forces, and it was very likely that they would fall from a first-class family to a second-class one.
Pan Li walked in from outside, "Dad, that swindler hasn't come out yet, he must be too embarrassed to show his face because he hasn't grown any Ye Zi."
At that moment, a surprised and delighted cry came from inside the room.
"Something's happening," Pan Qiang felt a surge of joy and hurriedly pushed the door open to enter the room.
His gaze fell on the flower pot in Pan Jing's hands, and he was struck dumb.
To his amazement, there were indeed three tender Ye Zi that had sprouted in the flower pot.